Dear Diary,
It has been more than a week.
I thought I was more than ready to let go of the crutches, put on my killer heels and carry on my physical activities again. And by activities, I mean my weekly futsal game on Tuesday nights.
I thought I was healed, well.. partly healed.
I thought I was ready to kick 'em balls since I have been on my heels again (yes, my lovely Julie).
I'm back to crippling today :( after 90 minutes of futsal last night.
Not even good pedicure (their toes separators are of hearts' shape, to my consolation) can camouflage the bruised and definitely-not-healed-yet ankle.
I guess our jogging-around-the-house-three-times-a-week plan has to wait, my running mate.
It has been more than a week.
I thought I was more than ready to let go of the crutches, put on my killer heels and carry on my physical activities again. And by activities, I mean my weekly futsal game on Tuesday nights.
I thought I was healed, well.. partly healed.
I thought I was ready to kick 'em balls since I have been on my heels again (yes, my lovely Julie).
I'm back to crippling today :( after 90 minutes of futsal last night.
Not even good pedicure (their toes separators are of hearts' shape, to my consolation) can camouflage the bruised and definitely-not-healed-yet ankle.
I guess our jogging-around-the-house-three-times-a-week plan has to wait, my running mate.
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